Party Girl

Beretta James owns the room. She steps in, all black hair and attitude, and the party shifts. Clothes come off fast—her dress hits the floor, then the rest. Hands grab, fingers dig in. Karlo Karrera watches, hard already, big dick outlined against his pants. She gets pushed to her knees. She takes him deep, lips stretched, spit running down her chin. Eyes water but she keeps going. The room watches. Someone yanks her hair. She moans around his cock. Karlo pulls her up, spins her, bends her over the nearest surface. He spreads her ass and works his dick in, slow then hard. She takes every inch, face twisted between pain and hunger. He fucks her ass in front of everyone. No mercy. She pushes back, greedy for it, the crowd’s eyes all over her skin. He pounds deeper, one hand in her hair, the other holding her hip. She comes loud, shaking, and he keeps going until he fills her. 2012. Raw. No apologies.